Do your duty — vote
Yes, I know, I talked about voting last week; but I just wanted to stress to all my readers again that Tuesday is Election Day and if you haven’t gone to the polls for early voting, be sure to vote on Tuesday.
This is not a political column — over the years I have not gotten into politics in this column, and don’t plan on doing it now. I just want my readers to do their duty and vote.
TWO FROM HAWAII
I was surprised the other day when I walked by the post office. Two cars were sitting in front of the Post office and both had Hawaii license tags. I thought to myself: now there is something you really don’t see ever y day around here.
Jay Fleming, a professional photographer , has just published a new book titled ”Working on the Water.”
He will be at the library in Centreville on Tuesday, November 22, to meet folks and sign the book if you buy one. It is beautifully done with many photos that show just how hard our watermen work to get those crabs and oysters to you. The book I looked at the other day in the librar y was going to our Kent Island branch, but we will have one on the new shelf after Jay’s visit.
Jay’s father is Kevin Fleming, who was our staff photographer when I was with the Delaware State News back in the ‘70s. In fact Kevin was in Baltimore’s Memorial Stadium among the sidelines on December 3, 1972, when he snapped a shot of Baltimore’s Quarterback Johnny Unitas throwing what ended up being his last touchdown pass for the Colts. Kevin blew the pictures up for me after I wrote a column about it in the paper. The column won first place in the state press association contest for 1972 for best sports column. I took the picture into Johnny’s restaurant (now closed) later and he autographed it for me and it has a place of honor on or our family room wall. I am looking forward to meeting Jay on November 22, at the library and telling him about his father’s shot of 1972.
DAD THE BANKER
My father was a banker all his life. In fact, that’s how I got to the Eastern Shore. He was a cashier of a Parkersburg bank in West Virginia when the great Crash of 1929 hit and all the banks closed. He even sold Hoover vacuum cleaners door to door for a short time until a friend of his in Baltimore called to tell him that a “little bank on the Eastern Shore of Maryland needed an executive officer to re-open.” He came right over to Centreville and re-opened the Centreville National (now Shore United Bank) in 1932. Mother and I followed him a year later and the rest is history. Well, I should add that Dad did leave here to go to Hagerstown to become Vice-President of the Nicodemus National Bank up there, but I stayed here.
Anyway, this long introduction is about the Wells Fargo bank scandal and its top officers who apparently cooked the books to defraud investors for years, according to several long stories in the newspapers. Dad would have been ashamed of bankers who, according to the stories, literally forced their employees to rob the bank’s customers.
Let us hope the Wells Fargo bank can make the proper amends and quickly!
LOTS OF ICE CREAM
My old newspaper friend, George Delaplaine, who used to own the Frederick newspaper, sends a monthly newsletter out to all his friends and he ended up the latest with a “few things you might not think about.” One of them was this: The average person eats twenty-two pounds of ice cream a year. Well, he’s right about me, I certainly eat my share!